She had no choice but to put the buns in a clean place.
In the house.
Song Wenjing and Xiyue were discussing preparations for tomorrow. Everyone must be alert to places where ghosts may appear.
The atmosphere is solemn.
Ruan Mian listened carefully to the arrangements in the corner. Xiao Yuan hid in her arms listlessly, not daring to show up, her face full of fear.
Until late at night, people dispersed.
The sound of firecrackers was deafening. Two huge stone lions were placed at the gate of Zhao's mansion, with decorative red brocade ribbons hanging around their necks.
Inside the magnificent mansion, red lanterns were hung high, the front hall was decorated magnificently, and the table was filled with all kinds of delicacies.
Most people don't dare to come, for fear of angering the ghosts and bringing misfortune.
But Mr. Zhao was rich and powerful, so many people still came.
The wedding suit he wore today was made of heavy red silk.
The top is loose, able to accommodate Mr. Zhao's fat body. The cuffs and collar are inlaid with gold thread and beads, showing his wealth.
The butler greeted the guests at the door, "Come in quickly, the banquet is about to begin."
The disciples of the Tianluan Sect disguised themselves as guests and took their seats. Song Wenjing, dressed in white, sat beside Master Zhao.
It's still dark this morning.
Mr. Zhao came into the room and invited him respectfully, but he looked a little panicked.
"Master, you must stay by my side at all times. I'm afraid that ghost will suddenly appear from nowhere."
Song Wenjing couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to keep a proper distance from him and follow him.
His gaze fell into the distance, where Ruan Mian was standing at the door wearing a pure white brocade dress.
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